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At the mention of a little French word, ma petite, Selene's smile wavered and she recoiled to enter the building, knowing he'd follow. She led him to the farthest corner of the building where the shades were drawn and there were no people around. She searched the span of the bookshelves for something in particular; her gaze, as always, was fierce and although her eyes were grey-blue, they were fiery.

"That is precisely what I suspect," she answered, stalking the span of the shelves. She paused at one particular book of vampire folklore, but she didn't pick it up. She turned and faced Michael again. "It follows that girl Isabella around like a vulture. I want to assume it's that foolish vampire Aleksei's doing, since it doesn't seem to have intentions of harming her."

She hesitated for a second and gnawed on her lip.

"The others are coming soon, Michael. We need to be prepared."